make you angry, a little happy

Tao Wenchang's first reaction after throwing the paper ball was also, who is so unlucky to be transferred to class 9?

Han Wen met the freshmen in the office, and the situation in the class may not be able to integrate with the freshmen. "Class 9 was established today, and everyone is a new classmate, so there is no precedence between old and new..."

"Report." Someone was outside the door, the voice was so soft that the class fell silent.In a high school like Hequ No. 9 Middle School, there are not many students who come in and shout for reports, but the group in Class [-] can knock twice before entering to save face for the teacher.

"Please come in." Han Wen's voice was also soft, as if the people outside the door were influenced.

Su Xiaoyuan came in stepping on the preparatory bell, neither early nor late, just right.Before entering senior year 9, his psychological construction collapsed in half.

This psychological construction has not stopped since he returned to Beijing in June, or since he was in high school.In the third year of high school, I must go back to my place of residence. Is it long enough?But when Su Xiaoyuan stepped into the high but not imposing main entrance of Hequ No. 6 Middle School, walked past the doorman Uncle Zhang who turned a blind eye to the strange clothes, and saw the gymnasium students full of chaos in the playground, he admitted that he was defeated. Really, really, really don't want to come in.

Growing up in Nanjing, he has long forgotten what Beijing was like before he was 7 years old.What he is familiar with is the city of Nanjing, which is clean and full of warmth, surrounded by a simple Nanjing accent and neighbors.To him, Beijing is just a place of birth and household registration, and the impression left on him is neither deep nor good.But he had to come back reluctantly, to experience the scorching heat of Beijing.

In fact, Su Xiaoyuan came to No. 7 Middle School to step on it, one day in mid-July.

The first impression is that the big iron gate is very tall, and the top of the wall is higher than his former key school. It's a bit like...a prison?Later, Uncle Zhang told him that No. [-] Middle School had too many top sports players, and it was a well-known base for physical education students. If we didn’t make it too high, those children who helped practice sports would just jump over the wall and leave, so they couldn’t be caught.

Sports student?Su Xiaoyuan didn't understand at all.The former school was a well-known experimental high school in Nanjing, and it was difficult to take the exam. He has been in class 1 since junior high school, and he has never experienced winter and summer vacations, because the school has requirements for top classes, and the holidays are also half-day courses.But the teaching building of No. [-] Middle School is quiet, and it doesn't look like there are people.

He asked Uncle Zhang, what about the students who make up classes during the summer vacation?As if listening to a joke, Uncle Zhang opened the door for this junior high school student and took him for a walk around the playground.

"Remedial classes? They're all there!" Uncle Zhang pointed to the playground, just as the starting pistol was fired, which scared Su Xiaoyuan into a shudder.

Uncle Zhang also said that the No. 400 Middle School is very small, and the playground can barely be seen. The 8-line track with a [-]-meter circle has been overwhelmed, and it should be replaced long ago.There is not enough logistics manpower, and there has never been a practice of making up cultural classes during winter and summer vacations.On the contrary, those sports students who are playing their lives don't have a holiday, they are catching up with summer training.

That day, Su Xiaoyuan was standing next to the paint mottled basketball hoop. It had just rained, and there was mud under his feet, but the heat was hot but there was no dampness at all.The entire plastic field smelled of being exposed to the sun, as if declaring territorial rights, as domineering as the sun.The old high school was not like this, the playground was big, the artificial turf field was clean, and there were more and more outstanding graduates every year.

Now, Su Xiaoyuan is standing at the desk of class 9, his eyes, heart, and mind are full of confusion.Compared with his original classroom, this classroom is too small and dilapidated. Compared with his original class of top students, these students don't even wear school uniforms well.

Many people didn't even have books on their desks, and they were all doing their own things with their heads down. They neither repelled him, nor paid attention to him, a transfer freshman.Su Xiaoyuan was terrified of being isolated, as if standing in the wrong place, confused and embarrassed.

"Let me introduce to you, this is a new classmate named Su Xiaoyuan." Han Wen broke the embarrassing silence, "There are not many high school transfer students. The new classmate came from Nanjing and is not familiar with No. [-] Middle School. Please help as soon as possible." He blends into the environment…”

Su Xiaoyuan really couldn't listen to what was said later, how to blend into the environment?What environment?This kind of environment where you are full and the sky is dark, and you don’t know what you can do tomorrow?He doesn't want it.

Zhang Zhao leaned against the back of the chair, kicked his long legs on the table legs, and looked ahead flickeringly.The idea is exactly the same as that of Changzi. It is really bad luck to be inserted into class 9.

"Hi everyone, my name is Su Xiaoyuan." When it was his turn to introduce himself, Su Xiaoyuan tightened the schoolbag strap in his hand. The last time he was stared at by so many people, he was speaking on behalf of Class 1, Senior Two in the school auditorium.He thought he would be scrutinized by the whole class on the first day of school, and even criticized in a low voice, but he didn't expect it to be such an embarrassing tranquility, a dazed tranquility.

The quieter it was, the more uneasy he stood, took a breath, and said again: "Big fellow, my name is Su..."

"Hey, Mr. Han, you are here!" The door was pushed open rudely, and the old Wang who taught mathematics came in. It's time for class."

Zhang Zhao wilted when he saw Lao Wang's face, what the fuck, what is the old man pulling, he is so awesome in leading class 1, no matter how awesome he is, he is not your child.

The new student's speech was interrupted by Teacher Wang, Han Wen felt uncomfortable, and her calf-protection skills were passively activated: "Mr. Wang, this is Su Xiaoyuan, a transfer student from our class, and he is introducing himself. I have seen his entrance exam results." , very good, mathematics and English..."

"The mathematics of the liberal arts class is enough to pass the passing line." Lao Wang is unwilling to waste time for class 9. Class 1 is now in the top 50, and the focus is on cultivating seedlings. Can class 9 still have a good embryo that is singled out? ?The students in this class can take physical education, and the rest are college students.

"I'm talking, please don't interrupt me." But Han Wen didn't sell the face of the grade leader, "Su Xiaoyuan is good at mathematics, you have to leave homework for him alone, and you have to give him whatever papers you use in Class 1 One set." After she finished speaking, she asked Su Xiaoyuan again, "I'm so sorry, the seats and rankings of our class are all booked before the summer vacation, can you please sit in the last row temporarily?"

Su Xiaoyuan is no stranger to the feeling of being ignored and despised, but he has never been wronged in terms of grades. His thin voice is too recognizable in class 9. "Yes, my eyesight is fine. Teacher Han, you can arrange me to sit anywhere. If Teacher Wang's math class is easy, I will go to the office to ask for papers after class."

Lao Wang raised his glasses and glanced at the transfer student. He looked very reluctantly and didn't make a sound.

Eh?But this time, Zhang Zhao, who was lying on the table and preparing to catch up on sleep, woke up.

That's ok. Unaccompanied and unaccompanied, Pout Wang is pretty good at it.Not to mention the standard Mandarin, which sounds amazing.Like a glass of clear water, Zhang Zhao, who was on the verge of thirst, took a sip and talked about how gentle and soft the world is.

Bell sounds good!

But when he came back from Nanjing, doesn't he have an accent?Zhang Zhao thought about it carefully, word for word.Putonghua is not like Beijing dialect. If you speak it too fast, you don’t feel it, but it stands out when you speak it alone.For example, in Mandarin, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, Beijingers say scrambled eggs with breasts.

Dare love this kid is not only good at maths, but also very eloquent.

Han Wen was looking at Su Xiaoyuan's height, he was not in the middle, he couldn't compare with his body, but it was no problem to sit in the last row.

"Zhang Zhao." Han Wen glanced at the fourth group, "Can I sit next to you?"

Zhang Zhao was stunned, feeling quite bewildered.He glanced blankly at the empty space on the right, and wanted to say no.

"Mr. Han, I think..." Zhang Zhao straightened up, ready to refuse.Then there was a force in the dark that pulled his refusal gaze from Mr. Han's face to Su Xiaoyuan's.

"...It's totally fine."

It's not because of anything else, it's just because the newborn is beautiful and beautiful, and it feels like a lot of high-concentration innocence is gathered on one face.I am used to seeing Ti Tesheng sweating profusely. It is like a light rain on the dry runway. It is not hot when the sun is rising.

The face is small, round, and watery.The eyes are big, round, and watery.The hair is not very obedient, but it is not like the gym students who have finished their morning exercises. It is full of sweat, like soap bubbles that can smell of soap locust at any time.The moment he met his gaze, Zhang Zhao even felt that he was reckless, so reckless that he ran into his prudence.

It's rare for a boy to be so juicy.Zhang Zhao is not a sage, he has selfishness and doesn't like to have a deskmate, but Shui Lingling's deskmate can be an exception.

Han Wen also has selfish intentions. Su Xiaoyuan's character is clearly going to be bullied in class 9, so it's better to be directly next to Zhang Zhao. "Mr. Wang, I'm really sorry for you. Our class is newly established, so I have to say a few more words."

Lao Wang looked at the lesson plan beside him. "Yeah, tell me, tell me, I'm not in a hurry."

Han Wen didn't like the way he treated them differently, and she couldn't get angry in front of the students: "Time is running out, and we haven't had time to start the class meeting. Zhang Zhao, can you act as the class monitor temporarily?"

Zhang Zhao was still immersed in the fantasy of poking soap bubbles with the tip of a pen. "ah?"

"Squad leader, you are doing it for the time being. Su Xiaoyuan is sitting next to you. If something goes wrong, you are the only one to ask." Han Wen threw the burden directly to him, "Then...the deputy squad leader, Zhu Jie, can you do it?"

Zhu Jie put on his school uniform and was about to go to bed, but looked up in a daze. "who?"

"You, temporary deputy class monitor. Other class committee members are to be determined, class meeting in the afternoon!" Han Wen began to walk down the podium, "Mr. Wang, please go to class, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, the new group is getting used to it." Lao Wang pulled the door, invited the homeroom teacher out, and looked back to see the freshmen still standing, "Why don't you go back to your seat? Classes are about to start...Who is the life in your class?" Committee? Where's the chalk?"

The chalkboard slot is dirtier than a trash can.He looked down at the desk again, but there was nothing.Alas, this group of students who are not doing well in class.

"Let's do self-study first, I'll go to another class to get a box of chalk." Although I don't have any hope for class 9, I can't go to class without chalk.As soon as Lao Wang stepped out of the front door, the false silence below was instantly broken. You called me, I called you, people who shot basketball and threw garbage, borrowed water to drink... buzzing boom boom sounded instantly.

Chaos, like the cheapest vegetable market.It's just that no one pays attention to the transfer students and turns a blind eye.

Su Xiaoyuan sighed softly and walked to his seat.It's okay, no one pays attention to yourself.

But as he got closer, Zhang Zhao understood more and more why Su Xiaoyuan stood in the class so fresh and so different.

Because his school uniform is too new.Others have worn it for two years, can it compare?Not to mention his new suit, the size is still very inappropriate, especially the pants, which directly cover the instep of his sneakers.Blue school trousers with a brand new snow-white sports short sleeve, and the school badge embroidered on the left chest.

A tender green grass bud, it seems that he is also very tender and very watery.

The two thin arms under the sleeves are pulling the schoolbag straps, and the angle of the elbows is also very beautiful.Probably because of his thinness, the skin on his elbows stretched out and revealed a fleshy pink color.

But the way he walks...is not quite right.

When taking a step, there is a slight unnatural swing of the shoulders, which is not obvious.Zhang Zhao has corrected his posture of stepping on the ground for half a year. This is the consequence of putting all his weight on his toes when he lands.To put it vulgarly, the man walked on tiptoe.

Learning to dance?Zhang Zhao has seen the group of dancing boys, kicking their knees when they walk, and making a horoscope, looking very arrogant.Before Su Xiaoyuan sat down, he took a special look at it. His right foot was really a little outsider, like a T-step.

Thinking about the cause and effect, Zhang Zhao suddenly couldn't stand him.People who chew on words, think too much of themselves, and dance, can't stand it, really can't stand it.

Su Xiaoyuan didn't know that his gait had been analyzed all over the place, and his range of movements couldn't be smaller.He looked at his deskmate. Teacher Han called him Zhang Zhao. From such a close distance, this person looked more sloppy than from a distance.But what caught his attention the most was a pair of well-proportioned and powerful calves.

So envious, Su Xiaoyuan took a few more glances.Looking up, I can see the very old school uniform and the sports jacket inside, which is orange, and I would never be able to enter it in my old high school.

The nose is so high. The high bridge of the nose starts from the center of the eyebrows. The eyebrows press the corners of the eyes but let go of the end of the eyes. At best, it sounds cynical, but at worst it is... a ruffian.

But it is very eye-catching.

"Hello, my name is Su Xiaoyuan...Su from Sumatra." He said humorously to help himself relieve his tension.The place under the table bucket was occupied by someone, and there was a big bulging sports bag.I had to stretch my legs under the chair in front of me.

Zhang Zhao is used to being in the team, and he can't bear this kind of person who moves like a little girl. He nodded contemptuously, imitating him, and making fun of him: "Hello, my name is Zhang, and I am arrogant Zhang."

Su Xiaoyuan couldn't tell, this was the first person in the class to talk to him, and he smiled shyly.Smile and purse your lips.